I.
Sky welcome,
grass welcome—
my skin sings alive
with the air
this twilight.

II.
I ran away from the dancing
and the laughter
to make love with the earth.

My skirt felt righted,
pulled up
over warm hips.
I live for these
private moments.

III.
Wild pieces in my hair.
Smelling sweet
and soft-moan kissed.

Relaxed,
my smile genuine.
I love a good secret.

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